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She let out a sigh before pulling her hand back and letting her arms fall to her sides. "Well, that’s fine. You need any ice?" She motioned for him to follow her, "Let’s go get you cleaned up."
"I'm fine, really! It's not that bad," he said, but followed her anyway. He kind of hurt all over, and he doubted ice would do anything to help him.
"Uh... Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother or anything..." Bokuto looked up at the standing figure. He still feels like he's blushing. "Um... Uh.. I'll just drop you off, if that's alright? I've got work tonight so... Sorry. Maybe next week?" He gulped down the next lie building up in his throat. Truth is, he doesn't have work until 4 weeks time. It's not that he wanted to disappoint Akaashi, but because maybe his heart would break if he did something stupid to him. Afraid that he'll stay there a little too late; afraid that he'll say something he didn't mean to say but most of all, afraid that he'll separate them again.
He could hear the hesitation in Bokuto's voice, the waver it got when he told a lie, still familiar after the years they'd been apart. He brushed it off, though. If Bokuto had something he didn't want to tell him, he couldn't force him to.
"It's still early. Ten minutes couldn't hurt, right?" he asked, giving him the go-ahead, telling him, "It's okay, don't be afraid, we're in this together now." "But if you really have to go, that's fine. If you're free this weekend, there's a movie I've been meaning to see? If you want to come with me." "If you're not ready, that's okay. I can wait for you. I've waited a long time–a little longer won't hurt."
"Akaashi, you’re so mean!!" Bokuto pouted, shooting a joking glare.
The day was spent with laughter and red cheeks. Butterflies doubled in Bokuto's stomach whenever he subtly let his hands fall on Akaashi’s or the way their shoulders brushed when they walked.
4:05pm It’s far too late for his “girlfriend” to show up. Besides, it’s time to let his feelings out of his chest before he bursts into thin air.
The sunset was just about to kiss them goodbye when Bokuto stood up, breath hitched as he stared at Akaashi; God, he looked beautiful. Raw and burnt sienna from the sky reflected on his face, making every inch of his skin glow in a way that made him even more beautiful—- coquettish, even.
Bokuto’s lips quivered as he fumbled with the hem of his shirt, “Uh… Akaashi… There’s something I want to ask you.”
Scratching his nape in embarrassment, Bokuto locked his soft gaze on Akaashi's eyes.
"I've been... Um... Thinking. A-a-about you l-l-lately and I-I-I just want to tell you that... I want— whatever this is—- to be more than just best friends... I-i-it sounds crazy b-b-but... Will you... Wi-will you be my... Boyfriend?"
Akaashi stared wide-eyed at Bokuto, slowly trying to process what he'd just been asked. A blush blossomed on his cheeks until he was bright red, and he shielded his face with a hand and turned away from Bokuto. He couldn't believe that the person his friend had been talking about had been him, let alone that he'd actually have the guts to come out and say it. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he tried to avoid looking at Bokuto, his face hot like the setting sun.
"Y-yeah..." he finally managed to stutter out. "Yeah, I will."
"I dunno, that looks pretty bad…." She gets up on her tiptoes and lightly traces the bruise on his cheek, "But I guess you’re pretty sturdy, so there might not be too much to worry about.”
He started at her thumb brushing across his cheek, surprised by the gentle touch. He expected it to hurt more over the bruise, but it felt... almost nice. Comforting. "Y-yeah... I guess," he mumbled, swallowing the lump in his throat.
Hinata felt his anger build as he listened to the setter go on. It made him feel sick… it hurt to listen to. Not because he didn’t want to hear it, but because he sounded like a coward. It sounded like he wasn’t willing to change. That he was too scared to invest time and effort into them because it wasn’t a certainty.
'What you really mean is that you can't be arsed to change,' Hinata responded, anger and bitterness seeping into his voice.
He took a step back to press against the wall before sliding down, too tired and upset to find himself a proper seat. Bringing his knees up to his chest, he hid his face in his knees as he curled into himself.
'You're being selfish.' If Hinata wanted the other to take anything away from this, it was that Akaashi wasn’t being selfless.
He looked down at Hinata from the bed, heart breaking more and more with each passing second.
"I know I am. I know. It doesn't feel like it is right now, but I know I'm taking the easy way out. I can't deal with this anymore, I'm sorry. I'm hurting myself, and I'm hurting you, and I can't put either of us through this any longer." He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, feeling it fall limply against his forehead as he pulled his knees close to his chest.
"I'm not confident that I even could change. What if it would all just be a wasted effort? I mean, we're still in high school, right? Who's to say this wouldn't happen next year, or once I'm in college? What if I'm just getting it over with sooner?"
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I've been so busy with school lately!! I'm really sorry I haven't gotten to responses but I'll try to get to all of them tonight! Sorry about this!
Shit. That slipped ou-- holy shit. Bokuto squeed inside after seeing the corners of Akaashi's lip curve into a serene smile. The older boy stutters out an answer, "T-that's great to hear! I-I'm f-f-fine, thank you!" Deep breaths, Koutarou. Deep breaths. "She said she was going to be late... I thought we could have a little fun ourselves!" Grinning from ear to ear, Bokuto shrugged his shoulders. "Akaashi, keep smiling, okay! She'll get scared of you if you keep that expressionless face on all day~."
Akaashi vaguely acknowledged Bokuto's strange behavior, chalking it up to his nervousness to introduce his best friend to his girlfriend. He frowned a bit at that thought, almost too stuck in his own mind to hear what Bokuto was saying.
"I'm free all day, so it doesn't really matter what we do," he responded, pocketing his phone. "And my face isn't expressionless, you're just boring," he joked, deadpan.
Hinata’s chest constricted, breaths shallow as he let the other talk. He concentrated on anything but Akaashi, flitting from pictures on the wall to a volleyball in the corner. The last thing he wanted to see was those eyes. He didn’t care to know if they were emotionless or pitying him.
He was the idiot here, right? He was the one who clung on to something that clearly wasn’t working. Choking back a sob, the sound that slipped from his lips sounded absolutely pitiful. He groaned in frustartion, rubbing the tears viciously from his eyes before he replied with a quiet, simple 'Okay.'
He was tired. Emotional drained to the point where his heart ached with it. He was tired of fighting for this. He didn’t want to stand on this court anymore. He wasn’t strong enough for it. Nor did he want to be strong enough for it. Not if it meant turning out like Akaashi.
His heart broke at that one word, the weight of the situation crashing down on him all at once. He didn't want to do this, he wanted to get better and stop hurting the people he loved, but he didn't trust himself to not make the same mistakes again.
Akaashi sat down on Hinata's bed, taking his face in his hands when he refused to look at him. He hated the hurt, the betrayal, the almost fear he saw there, and wished he could wipe it all away. "Hinata, I'm sorry... And I know that this isn't what you want to hear right now, but I love you. I love you, and I don't want to hurt you again. That's why I'm doing this. Because I can't bear the thought of putting you through this another time. You deserve so much better than what I can give you."
; {Time Skip}
Bokuto was less than 40 feet away from where Akaashi was standing from and the reckless captain was already falling in love. Bokuto was probably setting fire to his face, clothes sticking to his skin and—
"Bokuto-san?"
Bokuto almost jumped from hearing the seraphic voice flowing in from the other ear and out from the other end. "E-eh? Ah, Keiji! How are you, today!" was blurted out by the idiotic, Bokuto Koutarou.
This is going to be so, so, so, so awkward, he thought.
Akaashi was somewhat taken-aback by his friend's informality, but didn't feel it necessary to comment on it. Bokuto was outgoing, and they'd known each other long enough that it felt fine to have him call him by his first name.
"I'm fine," he replied, smiling. "How are you?"
"Yup! I remember seeing your school name somewhere in the draws, though. Shame we didn't get to verse each other. I could have been distracted, on the contrary." He crowed softly, taking a sip of his strawberry purée. He almost whimpered when he felt Akaashi’s thumbs move in a circular motion on his skin. Bokuto averted his gaze on the table, not blinking at any given moment.
“Koutarou, please calm down. It’ll be alright.” Akaashi planted a soft kiss on Bokuto’s temple. His soft hands clasping on Bokuto’s fisted ones. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll be here if you need me. Koutarou, can you stand up for me {…}”
Bokuto let out an exasperated sigh between his lips; the latter patted his soft, silver hair down as Bokuto buries his face in the crook of Akaashi’s neck.
Clearing his throat (and his mind) Bokuto genuinely put a little smile on his face. “Oh, did you need to catch the bus or something? I can drop you off there if you want? Or I can just drive you to your apartment…?”
The question hung in the air for a moment before Akaashi could respond, still lingering on the hushed "I could have been distracted, on the contrary." He shook his head slightly, declining Bokuto's offer.
"My apartment isn't too far from here. I was going to walk back," he replied, standing to push in his chair. He slung his bag over his shoulder and glanced at his friend, whose good mood seemed to have been dampened by his answer. Akaashi sighed, bracing himself for the overenthusiastic response he was sure Bokuto was still prone to. "You could come over, if you're not busy?"
She frowned, examining his bruises closer. They weren’t as bad as she initially thought, but she figured they hurt a hell of a lot more than they looked.
"Did Ace trip you or something? How can he make you fall down a flight of stairs? You’re like a cat. You always land on your feet, dontcha?"
Akaashi looked down at her as she poked the marks on his arms, laughing nervously. "I'm not that much like a cat. And he didn't trip me, more like... pushed me? Neither of us were paying attention, he was joking around, and neither of us saw the stairs, so," he gestured to his face, shrugging. "This happened. It's really not a big deal, though. I'll be fine."
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"Hey, hey, hey! I fell asleep on this lesson!" Bokuto stuffed his hands inside his pocket, sighed and chuckled. "Daydreaming is bad, Akaashi. Don’t do it, ‘kay?"
"I am well aware of that. Thank you for reminding me, though," he huffed, mirroring Bokuto as he slipped his hands into his coat. "What do you need to study?"
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"How’d you manage that?”
"How do you think?" he asked, wincing as she touched the brusies on his arms. There were more on his legs, but the worst was the bruise that danced across his cheek, purple and yellow and puffy.
"Bokuto," he clarified simply.
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"I'm sorry?" he questioned, looking down at the short girl. He didn't recognize her, but she looked friendly enough. "Thank you. But who are you?"
